So much can change for us God.
When You are with us.
Of course You are with us always in a way.
But maybe it is when I am with You.
How is it that we become blinded to Your presence?
How harsh this world can seem at times.
Am I a chemical mash-up of a being?
My thoughts go to those who suffer.
Heal us.
Help us help each other.
Amen.
Hello my friend This morn we meet My rest is now Done and replete With dreams and hopes With fears and dread This day brings life So real instead The sun is out The birds they sing Night's chill and d
No, I don't mean pocket change or coinage if you will. I am talking about a change of habits. Why do I ask the question? Because I find myself quite happy and content but must ask myself how I got her
Preface note: This is a short poetic plea not for an agonizing physical death on a cross but rather the death of the selfish and destructive part of the ego that keeps us from our missions in life to
